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Poem by Vachel Lindsay


Caught in a Net


Upon her breast her hands and hair 
Were tangled all together. 
The moon of June forbade me not — 
The golden night time weather 
In balmy sighs commanded me 
To kiss them like a feather. 

Her looming hair, her burning hands, 
Were tangled black and white. 
My face I buried there. I pray — 
So far from her to-night — 
For grace, to dream I kiss her soul 
Amid the black and white.



Vachel Lindsay


Vachel Lindsay's other poems:
  1. Upon Returning to the Country Road
  2. Sweet Briars of the Stairways
  3. The Haughty Snail-King
  4. The Spice-Tree
  5. The Master of the Dance


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